tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39188937455092063152024-03-21T22:03:23.209-07:00the public diaryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-24692748841751582132011-10-25T11:32:00.000-07:002011-10-25T11:32:37.309-07:00Peddle Promises<iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OAgfAKWkUR0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-16191705427337628342011-07-07T18:02:00.000-07:002011-07-07T18:06:15.793-07:00wicker dresser<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg049Uog6XpT22bQ0L_HQ-dJOdbuL2ZxrcWhmUajg2YuOj0E5OHei87IJPBxdTsqGYyTBf2Wn_mqS4Ekuo-0ReoeIH8TGnkkPbWVG4wi4EIaUd8fq8mkf9nwe4amN6ZIiVAU0sY79ysSkZe/s1600/IMG_0491.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg049Uog6XpT22bQ0L_HQ-dJOdbuL2ZxrcWhmUajg2YuOj0E5OHei87IJPBxdTsqGYyTBf2Wn_mqS4Ekuo-0ReoeIH8TGnkkPbWVG4wi4EIaUd8fq8mkf9nwe4amN6ZIiVAU0sY79ysSkZe/s400/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626781335687430146" /></a><br />as she pulled her screen door shut she remembered she forgot something. <br />she slipped off her tattered shoes with the worn in heels and ran barefoot up her cold wooden stairs. she opened the door to her dusty room and grabbed her innoncence off her cracked wicker dresser, she thought to herself, 'i still need this.'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-70516038800146745972011-07-07T17:57:00.000-07:002011-07-07T18:02:30.250-07:00young love was worse than heroin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYs9ZBUgBW2tu9WJ8eIq894cQB-j4pBltUtf-Rq_mO-ahyRXEUFJf1yvAPk2q25F3NZs47jkNO3W1LHhgt_ct4NWXgmPfGBoacp0W2skLJKWl3Og_VZdeLNu4R0P4XKSUrx7TAT15qt8dQ/s1600/IMG_8588.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYs9ZBUgBW2tu9WJ8eIq894cQB-j4pBltUtf-Rq_mO-ahyRXEUFJf1yvAPk2q25F3NZs47jkNO3W1LHhgt_ct4NWXgmPfGBoacp0W2skLJKWl3Og_VZdeLNu4R0P4XKSUrx7TAT15qt8dQ/s400/IMG_8588.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626780580755427010" /></a><br />the thought of you with her is like a gut wrenching twist that has stolen my stability. at that point in time, the one we both remember, then and there was when i felt whole with you. only for that brief frame did I ever think that it would last. <br />you were a constant battle in my fragile yet panic stricken heart. i knew i needed out but the doors seemed dull and boring with jageded door knobs and broken locks. <br />young love was worse than heroin for my fragile frame.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-48262857445939069422011-06-23T01:30:00.000-07:002011-06-23T01:33:42.425-07:00she was tiny and frail but her bones held enough passion to break his soul. <br />he said, i can tell your trouble. <br />she rolled her eyes and thought to herself, you have no idea. <br />enough battle scars and broken windows for such a young heart. <br />he told her, i can feel your pain in your palpatations, <br />its a sweet sensation like a sickness the sickness that you love to breathe.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-55623945440678392342011-06-12T23:57:00.000-07:002011-06-13T00:10:21.910-07:00if i breathe in real deep i can remember your dirty sheets and empty coffee cups.<br />i shouldve never dabbled with your conscience, i wish i wouldve taken note<br />of your damaged mind and ran home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-20548105834892187912011-06-12T23:55:00.000-07:002011-06-12T23:57:24.230-07:00i still love youi pulled my shirt up over my head today to show the world my heart. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-uqsGvyRTKMpIy_oRcEFsIRzB2m9QKowVnyzbThafFa74i5LJ_fOMrE3scVrvoL8UtLioUX3Fp7Y6PS2mY7uNRlf5Do_eY0aCRU_i6SEFbLIvPjupkiqkx4-1jRt_mXyq1lOpaj-OyGZ/s1600/IMG_3429.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-uqsGvyRTKMpIy_oRcEFsIRzB2m9QKowVnyzbThafFa74i5LJ_fOMrE3scVrvoL8UtLioUX3Fp7Y6PS2mY7uNRlf5Do_eY0aCRU_i6SEFbLIvPjupkiqkx4-1jRt_mXyq1lOpaj-OyGZ/s400/IMG_3429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617594749547772418" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-58630264557533914652011-06-12T23:50:00.000-07:002011-06-12T23:55:11.938-07:00heavy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZbFjdrwQrP03GmrDl7ijsLbYXVCSQkd8FKsUAaKPLo5t-nPsr24vzlkadpPPPZcbmy24JKGE_NNACXmhk66TtsVR87Rfbt3-bK63Dpjqy4mSoJcPDrfpYEYlmSlUjF9caDx0DlmYhBtx/s1600/IMG_9999.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZbFjdrwQrP03GmrDl7ijsLbYXVCSQkd8FKsUAaKPLo5t-nPsr24vzlkadpPPPZcbmy24JKGE_NNACXmhk66TtsVR87Rfbt3-bK63Dpjqy4mSoJcPDrfpYEYlmSlUjF9caDx0DlmYhBtx/s400/IMG_9999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617593735218725874" /></a><br />darkness is a home <br />and<br />when you date the devil you ashes are heavy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-34188648215085657222011-06-12T23:29:00.001-07:002011-06-12T23:29:23.698-07:00in an old wicker chair i read from my old journal, posts of how i missed your touch. i sat there in my summer time cut off jean shorts, your t shirt and a dirty pair of sandals.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-22231463678083005052011-06-09T12:19:00.000-07:002011-06-09T12:22:35.143-07:00dont think that i forgot you or<br />that my heart doesnt remember your cold breath.<br />dont think my mind falls short to remember your pain. <br />your the devils angel to me now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-65705440116589773492011-05-30T22:04:00.000-07:002011-05-30T22:12:48.015-07:00yours.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFtHhnsb35hm0qjVG-1HhcJPkGLyrxIpCkhBFCy1HVbq01bosTPKZfRWT_NDINWOxcgRSbCAOF5AI0M58qMpPxtXqOhoJo_PR4zi8WKyZAzBcgQym6ttyYXS0-AlGneNJHl8Yx_Mt1Uzi/s1600/photo-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtFtHhnsb35hm0qjVG-1HhcJPkGLyrxIpCkhBFCy1HVbq01bosTPKZfRWT_NDINWOxcgRSbCAOF5AI0M58qMpPxtXqOhoJo_PR4zi8WKyZAzBcgQym6ttyYXS0-AlGneNJHl8Yx_Mt1Uzi/s400/photo-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612742474326427746" /></a><br />it was your heart on the line. <br />and now<br />i found out your wrists were made of steel.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-70941774345749964892011-05-22T00:43:00.001-07:002011-05-22T00:43:26.585-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQD5TVAIFiWCakWNwFdI5HlCRwIfE_OmIVc7VxIKks820AD8DUPHx2qfOnHz5d6MpxsZSXiD3oNnr0gdSyFJmYzvDuSoeBlLkkZN5cK7U8Dx-weaNy9Y7Sn149WjZVI4bms-_-LV9yoBJ/s1600/erin0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQD5TVAIFiWCakWNwFdI5HlCRwIfE_OmIVc7VxIKks820AD8DUPHx2qfOnHz5d6MpxsZSXiD3oNnr0gdSyFJmYzvDuSoeBlLkkZN5cK7U8Dx-weaNy9Y7Sn149WjZVI4bms-_-LV9yoBJ/s400/erin0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609326773951484002" /></a><br />i hung my thoughts by string from my ceiling and watched them swing back and forthUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-37369870808212476142011-04-30T21:09:00.000-07:002011-05-04T00:06:54.084-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCDs9W41e3ZKXM1sDn4FtOJ4WoN5KZVFWr7szFLR8WIdxlRWnWCNbjHixo2Mz1iYRzWGjd81g497Hsn44G01WzmluaZH7G1DEZxyBF8XBDoQwLv8axFJezrlCDasx8QMasQSnAQbwEwdh/s1600/IMG_7571-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCDs9W41e3ZKXM1sDn4FtOJ4WoN5KZVFWr7szFLR8WIdxlRWnWCNbjHixo2Mz1iYRzWGjd81g497Hsn44G01WzmluaZH7G1DEZxyBF8XBDoQwLv8axFJezrlCDasx8QMasQSnAQbwEwdh/s400/IMG_7571-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601596128457012162" /></a><br />old cigarettes and southern bells.<br />he was the kind of guy thatd leave her bleeding.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-15794529104907395002011-04-30T21:05:00.000-07:002011-05-04T00:06:37.563-07:00loosing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EXms3ncZQMzEf0DIH9I-fnvTkWRBPmtO2qP_P6u1cOBIjotwXK_SeKrnSpoNyXOP1tBz6RbUGW7ye5cRq-Ft3v3KJEwuzLlndkh01I_X9PXPe30cyCi-T3OIyWO0_YzvMeLBD5Wjuy5V/s1600/IMG_2955.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7EXms3ncZQMzEf0DIH9I-fnvTkWRBPmtO2qP_P6u1cOBIjotwXK_SeKrnSpoNyXOP1tBz6RbUGW7ye5cRq-Ft3v3KJEwuzLlndkh01I_X9PXPe30cyCi-T3OIyWO0_YzvMeLBD5Wjuy5V/s400/IMG_2955.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601594583425086194" /></a><br /><br />she had to come down,<br />but from now on it was her against herself.<br />she had every intention of loosing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-57821619308738308762011-04-23T00:28:00.001-07:002011-04-23T00:30:16.810-07:00for good this timeshe knew your eyes were lying, <br />they were glazed over as you stared at your feet.<br /><br />she watched his hand shake while he touched her chin.<br />the only thing they had in common now was the ground<br />they were standing on.<br />her mind had been made up and she<br />was leaving,<br />for good. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6zWghrThfnMVZZOscOAo34C3N3EZEqZgJxyoJH3D-W1TkJODil4AxhfUOG3t_RPp_l_Qfkcs543yhdiHPztliBvJlY4OchWlWT8MobGFMNbadyPzbxFYxPSibwchXUSVL_-icIXolURX/s1600/IMG_9069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6zWghrThfnMVZZOscOAo34C3N3EZEqZgJxyoJH3D-W1TkJODil4AxhfUOG3t_RPp_l_Qfkcs543yhdiHPztliBvJlY4OchWlWT8MobGFMNbadyPzbxFYxPSibwchXUSVL_-icIXolURX/s400/IMG_9069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598677802484585986" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-90638027892143813292011-04-23T00:20:00.000-07:002011-04-23T00:28:31.465-07:00too careful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EXjBmJ4FeWvgpuwv7dCMPeOG0ASo3flpOZXAIIY3lgTmCsmUrwPYSIXe_rRaeZavgoEhPJ-mI0QQPG4CK-pQRSX4uRD5m1oeKvbJDBjCr18M7b9i_1Iq4F_B8SnXPbdysoF057LqQmii/s1600/06590010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EXjBmJ4FeWvgpuwv7dCMPeOG0ASo3flpOZXAIIY3lgTmCsmUrwPYSIXe_rRaeZavgoEhPJ-mI0QQPG4CK-pQRSX4uRD5m1oeKvbJDBjCr18M7b9i_1Iq4F_B8SnXPbdysoF057LqQmii/s400/06590010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598677141688457122" /></a><br />if youre too careful itll all get turned the other way.<br />stand there and breathe while you look to your left.<br />dont believe if they say the dreams have caved in, <br />believe if they say the dreams have flooded and<br />overdosed the rest of us.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-48181362073378615882011-04-19T22:35:00.000-07:002011-04-19T23:02:39.434-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyLRtkyrNXpH0iA_lCXM8AitNdbAVqMiArv5lG9sGeWdI9F-46a4iVDu18ZBT0b1NTkzCiv4ufg5DzcYTvOKBNig_LV4bwZju64xRF1T2DXPl0Nvv9YVvdvlymgj8_YhIwnuV-_mqO7sWt/s1600/IMG_5847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyLRtkyrNXpH0iA_lCXM8AitNdbAVqMiArv5lG9sGeWdI9F-46a4iVDu18ZBT0b1NTkzCiv4ufg5DzcYTvOKBNig_LV4bwZju64xRF1T2DXPl0Nvv9YVvdvlymgj8_YhIwnuV-_mqO7sWt/s400/IMG_5847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597536666740872098" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-39486587459311334132011-04-19T22:29:00.000-07:002011-04-19T22:34:01.142-07:00the ghost in you.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDIjixhibMS8wrVvMT8vBjgBBEsR9LXu8qMbuT4xH7RrZwFZUX7CUpqJwcHiTd0ot8axnYt2KvdWCs0B_jTZNsY95tU3s6sUtTpjBbuxC8_Ew6t4FoIR1olJWGWqS_gseLQLCVGdvaOix/s1600/_MG_8194.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIDIjixhibMS8wrVvMT8vBjgBBEsR9LXu8qMbuT4xH7RrZwFZUX7CUpqJwcHiTd0ot8axnYt2KvdWCs0B_jTZNsY95tU3s6sUtTpjBbuxC8_Ew6t4FoIR1olJWGWqS_gseLQLCVGdvaOix/s400/_MG_8194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597534804857115730" /></a><br />an empty cup of tea while i wait to pull you out from the inside.<br />egg whites and a black mind.<br />tongue tied to say the least, your stutter made me shutter<br />leaving me trying to pull myself out from the inside.<br />all the papers lined the table <br />while i kept falling over.<br />he said, "angels fall like rain."<br />i gained my balance after my engined died<br />to tell you that the ghost in you will never die.<br />she wont fade.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-24423146045017684492011-03-12T16:59:00.000-08:002011-04-04T03:31:13.559-07:00street corners and coffe cups<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW12kKuLR1aKLrYkLpyErzHl-MXrh8QDs7nEuwujF8ffleHyNc6pZTuCOr2Tybq9gmNO_jsrwvsf8H_YieQWRS_P9kWPgHbnV2W8mqHkfO2DolGHhSuyZa6T-J6pYNxYQ-XCpvFNYauwL7/s1600/IMG_2447.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW12kKuLR1aKLrYkLpyErzHl-MXrh8QDs7nEuwujF8ffleHyNc6pZTuCOr2Tybq9gmNO_jsrwvsf8H_YieQWRS_P9kWPgHbnV2W8mqHkfO2DolGHhSuyZa6T-J6pYNxYQ-XCpvFNYauwL7/s400/IMG_2447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591673966825573666" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-13949699588704888632011-03-09T17:36:00.000-08:002011-03-09T17:39:25.111-08:00Black tea and apples go well together,<br />like percoset and tired bones.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-36365183419684938712011-03-09T01:29:00.001-08:002011-04-04T03:32:42.927-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9m1Hstr77_8OULcQzA8BJ01HJdcolykcBEchn2S1cFQZMg3xDCamJdaogbj60UBDceQsda6-wa3sas8Nj4ENwPQl8CUE_iz0vlOuwPYruSOWrBNCXF79HqJBjJJA6Ko-rVFZFFdulQx-/s1600/2440681764_1dc31c1923.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9m1Hstr77_8OULcQzA8BJ01HJdcolykcBEchn2S1cFQZMg3xDCamJdaogbj60UBDceQsda6-wa3sas8Nj4ENwPQl8CUE_iz0vlOuwPYruSOWrBNCXF79HqJBjJJA6Ko-rVFZFFdulQx-/s400/2440681764_1dc31c1923.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582010800564783394" /></a><br /><br />you carry your sword under water<br />and let the chemical weapon in <br />your heart fight this battles.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-38879349823059066742011-03-09T01:24:00.000-08:002011-03-09T01:29:00.216-08:00no lights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6w2fkxl8Yf4kRUHUJWgVCK0a-om-pZNowqe5c5xCk_6vjIBfcspeQi52bZXfv1K20aJ9Wftee_sUdZ0kX1CM9uhGotd6maAbhac_xSMNFYm4CaBDI_0gsv2KVtDGKP7pF3YgThLTS0oNn/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6w2fkxl8Yf4kRUHUJWgVCK0a-om-pZNowqe5c5xCk_6vjIBfcspeQi52bZXfv1K20aJ9Wftee_sUdZ0kX1CM9uhGotd6maAbhac_xSMNFYm4CaBDI_0gsv2KVtDGKP7pF3YgThLTS0oNn/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582009757024589442" /></a><br /><br />i turned off the lights at home alone,<br />i can be free from all of that <br />and stray from that history.<br />its been a long night in los angeles.<br />i dont remember the way you look,<br />i dont remember you.<br />i couldnt even fake love for an hour<br />if i tried.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-79839537642809546472011-03-09T01:09:00.000-08:002011-04-04T03:33:44.211-07:00=<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRy4ycXcPg0AUHF02VgwWeR-ZZcy2UElEm8AQM8kf7sJFqCjP1fOhIJQNMtgZ2mvaZ8UEZtZ-0uTM-fMHIfbY-osnVApqiTZFPIZJ6U7oproNNC2xIk193OmP00r-F7DX753VV_G9MPCk_/s1600/IMG_7988.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRy4ycXcPg0AUHF02VgwWeR-ZZcy2UElEm8AQM8kf7sJFqCjP1fOhIJQNMtgZ2mvaZ8UEZtZ-0uTM-fMHIfbY-osnVApqiTZFPIZJ6U7oproNNC2xIk193OmP00r-F7DX753VV_G9MPCk_/s400/IMG_7988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582005823458929026" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-54439437476783372562011-03-09T01:05:00.000-08:002011-04-04T03:34:23.160-07:00do<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMvuTOGnHq7Qnh30zSvJifmfk8canJjL8wrzHXMRdhbGuN11F4x5htUWpfOfWDR3ENolAuGbuwtAviqxc5Z9hfDndjQIhJgBv-u9WhdHv8pQrLlwH_BkHdF79lZdfn7vczlHmjJUpm8v8/s1600/IMG_7459+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHMvuTOGnHq7Qnh30zSvJifmfk8canJjL8wrzHXMRdhbGuN11F4x5htUWpfOfWDR3ENolAuGbuwtAviqxc5Z9hfDndjQIhJgBv-u9WhdHv8pQrLlwH_BkHdF79lZdfn7vczlHmjJUpm8v8/s400/IMG_7459+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582003986276233922" /></a><br />oh yea, i remember this,<br />ive done this before.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-90060000550797253052011-02-28T00:21:00.000-08:002011-02-28T00:27:27.642-08:00forget.my mind talks in its sleep<br />and keeps me awake.<br />youd think in a silent room<br />that i could understand the thoughts.<br /><br /><br />you try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself to make yourself forget.<br /><br />i came to terms <br />with<br />the <br />fact <br />ill <br />never <br />forget<br />this.<br /><br />but thank you,<br />ill be better than before.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918893745509206315.post-75263148595054466652011-02-28T00:02:00.000-08:002011-02-28T00:21:29.552-08:00flame<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMmWB6ywsaX2Dp5NGKVPv7fPKCek8PLpyNBXEkcjcIsno4gQmHr6R6ILYpVsUM6bqt7nzi_2EgrXy5mjJHEQTQZp9JhR2JUsThQKNHdKQ7MurvZhzIpIv_BwwuvkQwkG-gEZjgx6BEfSf/s1600/g.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAMmWB6ywsaX2Dp5NGKVPv7fPKCek8PLpyNBXEkcjcIsno4gQmHr6R6ILYpVsUM6bqt7nzi_2EgrXy5mjJHEQTQZp9JhR2JUsThQKNHdKQ7MurvZhzIpIv_BwwuvkQwkG-gEZjgx6BEfSf/s400/g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578652309102092226" /></a><br /><br />dont let them tell you your life is a shame,<br />even if your love is just a dream.<br /><br />he asked, are you happy where youre sleeping,<br />cause if it doesnt keep you warm<br />you can home with me and ill tell you when <br />youre wrong.<br />ill tell you your hair looks messy<br />and your eyes are tired.<br />i wont bring you <br />breakfast in bed<br />or ever even mention flowers,<br />ill let you sleep alone at night<br />and forget to come home.<br />ill keep my secrets and let you know<br />when you bother me.<br />ill tell you i love you, <br />but make sure i never show you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0